"Scott an Warren did good, far as I figure. De only t'ing really missin' are de burn marks..." he looked underneath the counter momentarily, then tapped it right at the corner. "Right here, from when Bobby tried t'prove he could make mimosas au naturel an Stormy wouldn't have any'a it."

He snickered and went to open the refrigerator, thinking back on how good everything had been, about how he missed how close the X-men were back in the day. Everything seemed so simple, so easy to understand; before the Decimation and the war and...Everything had gone out of whack and no one knew why. It just seemed so unfair.

"Always nice t'hear dere still ain't nothin' dat can get ya down f'too long, chère," he quipped back at her, turning back to face he with a bottle of water in each hand. "You want somet'ing stronger, o dis gonne ba enough f'now?"